“If you think this job is easy, you have another think coming,” Kennon
said bitterly. “I hired out as a veterinarian, not as a nursemaid for
a bunch of psychoneurotic humans and superstitious Lani. The place is
jinxed, they tell me.--Ha! Jinxed! Sure it’s jinxed! What job wouldn’t
be with a bunch of goofballs like these I’ve got working on it.
“I can’t keep a Lani here for two weeks without having her throw a
catfit, and the superstitious idiots are affecting the men--who ought to
know better! I wish I’d never have opened my big mouth to Alexander! As
far as I’m concerned he can take this job and--”
“Hey--take it easy, man!” Blalok said. “You’re heading straight for a
nervous breakdown.”
“And why shouldn’t I?” Kennon asked. “Nothing goes right. There’s always
trouble. I order materials--they don’t arrive. There’s worker trouble,
equipment trouble, installation trouble. Everybody’s cutting corners,
trying to get done faster and away sooner--and all they do is mess up
work that should have been done right the first time. We should have
been finished last week, but we have another week to go, at least unless
some bumble-fingered beanbrain gets another bright idea that sets us
back again. I’m sick to death of it!”
“I know, I know,” Blalok said soothingly, “and I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? What good is that? You and Jordan come up here in relays. Just
what do you think you’ll find? Or has Alexander dragged you into keeping
an eye on me because I don’t like someone snooping inside my skull?”
“It’s not that,” Blalok said. “It’s just--”
“Oh, don’t make excuses. You know and I know the Boss-man is
suspicious.” Kennon shrugged. “Normally I wouldn’t blame him but it’s
a damned nuisance with things the way they are. All we have is one more
bay and a hall to finish--but if--”
“Now wait a minute,” Blalok said. “Get the kink out of your neck and
simmer down. Sure--the Boss-man told us to keep an eye on you--but
that’s not why I’m here this time.”
“Well?”
“Douglas came back this morning.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know.” Blalok’s face wore the noncommittal look it always wore
when he was taking liberties with the truth.
“You’re probably the worst liar in the galaxy,” Kennon chuckled. “He’s
here to breathe down my neck, isn’t he?”
Blalok nodded.
“Keep him off my back for another week and he can breathe all he wants
to. I’ll be done then.”
“I can’t promise a thing.”
Kennon shrugged. “It’s too much to ask, I guess.”
“But I can try,” Blalok added.
“That’s enough for me.” Kennon grinned. “Has he turned Alexandria into a
shambles yet?”
“Not yet, but everyone’s uneasy.”
“I can’t blame them. That young fellow’s undiluted poison. By the way,
how does he look?”
“About the same.”
“The medics must have done a good job,” Kennon said.
“The Boss-man shipped him to Beta for treatment,” Blalok said. “He
didn’t trust the docs out here.”
“That figures. At any rate Douglas couldn’t have gone to a better
place.”
“What happened to him?”
“He stuck his nose where he shouldn’t,” Kennon said pointedly.
Blalok stiffened.
“I’m sorry, Evald. Even if you knew, I couldn’t talk about it. What I
know about Douglas is classified!”
“Well--Douglas is doing plenty of talking. Claims his stay in the
hospital was all your fault.”
Kennon shrugged. “That’s his opinion. And as long as he stays out of my
way he’s welcome to it.”
Blalok looked at Kennon’s haggard face with mild concern, “Doc,” he
said, “you’d better take it easy. You’re going to pieces.”
“I’ll be through here in another week, I’ll have this all wrapped up.”
“Providing you’re not wrapped up first.”
“Eh?”
“In a shroud. You look like a walking corpse.”
Kennon chuckled wearily. “Sometimes I feel like one. But I’d like to get
this job finished.”
“Well, I’ll do what I can,” Blalok said. “I’ll try to keep him down at
Alexandria for a few days.”
“It’ll be enough,” Kennon said. More than enough--he added mentally.
The coils of fuel wire were ready to load, and the power slugs for the
ship’s reactor were already stored in the power plant building here at
Olympus. Three more days and the old spacer would be as ready to fly as
she would ever be. And after that, it was in the lap of fate.
He ushered Blalok to his jeep and watched until he disappeared.
“I’m getting to be a first-class liar,” he remarked wryly to himself
as he turned back to the temporary quarters he was occupying at the
station. “And the bad thing about it is that I’m actually enjoying it.”
A few weeks ago an admission like that would have been inconceivable.
It was odd, he thought, how one thing led to another and produced an
end that could not be foreseen. Now he could lie and dissemble with the
best. He had no compunction about falsifying a requisition, or stealing
what he could not obtain with apparent honesty. His character had sunk
to an all-time low, he reflected with grim humor as he walked into the
shadow of the main building. Neither Blalok’s nor Jordan’s frequent
visits bothered him. Both men were creatures of habit and both were
married. They stayed home at night--and it was nighttime that he worked
on the spacer. The project afforded him a perfect cover and it was only
minutes by jeep away from the crater.
Even so, the double duty was an appalling task. And it would have been
impossible if it wasn’t for Copper. Her quick fingers, keen eyesight,
and uncanny memory made the work seem simple, and neither the
tediousness of repairing miles of circuitry nor the depressing
environment of Olympus Station seemed to bother her. While he worked
with the men on the project she restored and reassembled circuits in
his quarters and at night they replaced them in the old ship. And the
God-Egg was rapidly becoming operational.
Kennon wondered what it was about Copper that made her so different from
the rest. Olympus didn’t bother her at all. In fact she seemed to thrive
on the depressing atmosphere that filled the Station. Perhaps it was
because she had violated the tabu about the God-Egg so often that
ordinary superstition had no effect upon her. He shrugged. He had
troubles enough without worrying about Copper’s motivations, and not the
least of these was taking the God-Egg into space.
Kennon looked forward to blast-off with distinct misgivings. There was
too much about the ancient spacer that was strange--and too much that
was terrifying.
Basically the ship was an ion-jet job with atomic primaries and a
spindizzy converter that might possibly take her up as high as middle
yellow Cth--far enough to give her a good turn of speed, but not enough
to compensate for timelag. Her screens were monstrosities, double
polyphase lattices that looked about as spacetight as so many sieves.
There were no acceleration dampers, no temporal compensators, no
autopilot, no four-space computer, and the primaries operated on nuclear
rather than binding energy. The control chairs weren’t equipped with
forcefields, but instead had incredibly primitive safety webs that held
one in place by sheer tensile strength. Taking a ship like that into
space was an open invitation to suicide. A man needed a combination of
foolhardy bravery and incredible fatalism to blast off in a can like
this. He had the stimulus, but the knowledge of what he would face
troubled him more than he cared to admit. More and more, as he
understood the ship, he was amazed at the courage of the ancients who
had blithely leaped into hyperspace in these flying coffins with no more
motivation than to see what was beyond the nearest star. And in ships
more primitive than this men had swept through the star systems nearest
Earth in the outward expansion of the First Millennium.
He sighed. The breed of man must have been tough in the old days--and
he’d soon be finding out if any of that ancient toughness remained.
He opened the door to his quarters.
Copper was sitting in his favorite chair, a pile of completed assemblies
neatly stacked beside her, and a disorderly file of crumpled cloth at
her feet. Her face was sullen as she looked up at him. “I’ve had about
all of this I’m going to take,” she said mutinously as she stirred the
heap of cloth with a bare foot. “Not even you are going to make me wear
those--things!”
Kennon sighed. It was the same old story. For months he had been trying
patiently to indoctrinate Copper with a minimum of civilized habits, but
she was quite literally a savage. In her entire lifetime she had never
worn clothing, and to encase her body in hose, kilts, blouse, and
sandals was a form of torture. She scratched, wiggled, and twisted at
the garments until she looked as bad as she felt, and would usually
finish a session by tearing off the offending clothes and sulking. She
was doing it now.
“You must act like a civilized human being,” Kennon said mildly. “You’re
simply going to have to learn to wear these clothes properly.”
“Why? I’m more comfortable as I am.”
“That’s not the point. You are going to be living in human society and
you must act human. The only planet where you could get away with nudity
is Santos, and we’re not going there.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve explained it time and again. We’ll have to go to Beta. That’s the
only place I know where you’ll have a fair hearing. And on Beta people
wear clothes. They have to. It’s cold, even in summer, and in the
wintertime, there’s snow.”
“What’s snow?”
“Ice crystals that fall like rain, but I’ve told you this before.”
“And I still don’t believe it.”
“Believe it or not you’re going to wear those things. Now put them on!”
She looked at him with mutiny on her face. “All right, slave driver,”
she muttered as she picked up the clothing, “but I hope you’ll itch
someday and be unable to scratch.”
“And try to wear those garments more gracefully. You make them look like
a sack.”
“They feel like one. I keep thinking that all I need is a tag around my
neck.”
“You haven’t much time to get used to them,” Kennon said. “We’re leaving
this week.”
“So soon?”
“Yes--and you’ll wear those things to the ship, into the ship, and all
the time we’re on the ship. You’ll keep wearing clothing until it looks
right.”
“Slave driver!” Copper hissed.
“Slave,” Kennon answered equably.
Copper giggled. The sound was utterly unexpected, and completely
incongruous. That was the wonder of her, Kennon reflected. Her mercurial
temperament made life something that was continually exciting She was a
never-ending delight.